Be true to myself, nothing trivial about it.I see shadows, I feel what comes through from insidethis voice unwrapped in the strokes I make which areinstinctive, loud in its silence a revolution singsI now embrace all my hesitationsall my fears and unravelthesestrokesboth a therapy and a catalyst to empty my soulI utilize what I see externally as a stimulus through which to explore my feelingsprojecting them in whatever formI am moved.

These moments of escape into my psyche are a dialogue where I listen, question and console. My pieces represent a vomiting process where I spread my mucus and examine the contents, analyze my thoughts, and come to conclusions about conflicts at a particular point in time.